“?” Gwyn, who was admiring Hysilens’s peaceful sleeping face while planning their next course of action, instantly snapped back to reality and looked out the window, wanting to see what had happened.
However, before he could make a move, a slender but powerful hand had already grabbed his arm, and regardless of aggravating his wounds, dragged him out of the room.
Boom!
In the deafening roar, the house where the two lived was turned into powder by a golden spear that crashed down.
The flying dust covered the sky and blocked the sun, but it could not hide the shining divine body of the Titan.
“It’s Nikador!” Even though there was a huge gap between this and the figure on the screen in his memory, just by looking at that massive Titan divine body, Gwyn could confirm the opponent’s identity without even needing to think.
“Indeed…
incredibly powerful.” Gazing at the glowing divine body, Hysilens’s habitually calm expression finally changed, revealing a hint of solemnity.
As Fagina’s vassal and princess of the Sirens, the former Helicula could be said to be the person in the world closest to these Titans who were revered as gods.
But even Helicula, who was once intimate enough to cry on Fagina’s lap, had to admit that the might of this Titan holding a golden spear before her was far beyond what the Queen of the Deep Sea could compare to.
Seeing that its spear had missed, and having sensed the divine authority belonging to another Titan on Hysilens before even stepping into Hanging Blade City, the God of the Strife attacked brazenly.
However, it did not continue to press the attack, instead slowly retracting the fallen divine spear.
The divine might, sufficient to make the cowardly tremble in fear, fell with the Titan’s voice, resounding through most of Hanging Blade City— “Vassal of Fagina, why do you invade my territory?” The Titan’s voice was deep and heavy, not as barbaric and crazy as the rumors in the outside world suggested, but instead revealing a sense of stability tempered by the trials of time.
“We are not here for invasion.” Facing the Titan’s interrogation, Hysilens did not remain as taciturn as usual.
Standing on top of a palace, she shielded Gwyn behind her with one hand and held her sword horizontally in front of her with the other.
“Oh?
Then what are you here for?” Nikador’s body stood straight.
The towering Titan divine body blocked even the moonlight, casting a pale golden divine light that illuminated that patch of shadow.
It had already sensed that there was no smell of blood in Hanging Blade City at this moment, and it was not littered with corpses as the message had claimed.
Since that was the case, for the vassal of another Titan, a battle-hardened warrior, it was willing to give a little tolerance and patience.
But this time, facing Nikador’s inquiry, Hysilens thought for a moment, but did not answer directly as she had just done, instead turning her head to look at Gwyn behind her— “…” Hysilens did not speak, only blinking.
Gwyn understood; she wanted to speak for herself—the automaton little fish herself did not know why she had come here; she had been brought by him.
Giving Hysilens a helpless smile, Gwyn took a half-step forward, facing the imposing Titan, and said in a clear voice: “Respected Nikador, we have come to combat the Black Tide.” “The Black Tide?” Nikador’s voice deepened a fraction, its gaze toward Gwyn carrying a hint of scrutiny—weak.
Gwyn was inferior even to the average elite of the Hanging Blade City, and his body was riddled with overlapping wounds.
But…
to be able to survive dozens of wounds, to be emaciated yet still able to speak loudly to the Titan of Strife…
Gwyn was at least an excellent warrior.
However, compared to the information revealed by the wounds on Gwyn’s body, what Nikador cared about more were the words spoken by Gwyn—the Black Tide!
Even within the Hanging Blade City that followed Nikador, few people were aware of the threat of the Black Tide, yet now it heard this term from the mouths of these two outsiders.
“To bear dozens of wounds and face me without changing your expression, you are indeed worthy of being called a warrior.
But with your strength, how can you speak of resisting the Black Tide?” The Titan of Strife’s deep, resonant voice carried a hint of fluctuation, and the imposing aura surrounding him grew even stronger.
“I naturally cannot resist the Black Tide; just one battle left me in this state.” Gwyn did not feel any emotion due to Nikador’s words; the other party was stating facts.
He was indeed weak, but Hysilens was different— “But she can—” Saying this, Gwyn turned his head to look at Hysilens, blinking to ask if he could tell the Titan in front of them about their past.
“…” Hysilens did not know why Gwyn blinked, but she chose to trust him and blinked in response.
Receiving the response, Gwyn looked back at the imposing Titan and introduced her: “Her name is Helicula, a retainer of Fagina, princess of the Sirens, daughter of the sea.
She followed Fagina’s footsteps in resisting the Black Tide, and after the cup of overflow shattered, she continued to lead her people to resist the Black Tide until her kin perished in battle.
Only after the cup of overflow was pieced back together and the God of War walked out of the River Styx to begin fighting the Black Tide did she come to land.” “…” The Titan of Strife, who had rushed back to the Hanging Blade City like a bolt of lightning, listened quietly to Gwyn’s narrative.
The divine light on his body flickered, but he did not interrupt or directly question his words.
Instead, only after Gwyn finished speaking did he nod slightly— “If this is so…
I was rash.” Saying this, the Titan of Strife, who was rumored outside to be a barbaric god, withdrew his spear and stood still, bowing his head to apologize to the tiny person before him.
For a Siren who had fought to the last person to resist the Black Tide, her honor and sacrifice were worthy of such solemn treatment from him.
In the distance, the people of the Hanging Blade City, observing the actions of their god, could not help but exclaim.
Although they did not know the reason, for the Titan of Strife to treat them this way, they must be extraordinary!
“If you have come for the Black Tide, then follow me.” Raising its head, Nikador lifted its spear again and said to Hysilens and Gwyn.
After speaking, Nikador turned and walked away, heading toward the throne in the center of the Hanging Blade City.
“Let’s go; this is not the place to talk after all.” Gwyn said to Hysilens, but saw that a look of loneliness had appeared on her face once again.
Clearly, the past that Gwyn had just recounted had made Hysilens somewhat sorrowful.
Regarding this, Gwyn did not say any more comforting words, but simply took her slightly cool hand, transmitting the warmth of his own palm to her.
“…” Subconsciously looking up because of the touch, Hysilens met Gwyn’s gentle gaze and suddenly felt the hesitation and helplessness in her heart dissipate a little…
The two followed in Nikador’s footsteps, all the way to the deepest part of the Hanging Blade City, the resting place of the Titan of Strife.
“Retainer of Fagina…
warrior from the sea, Helicula, please tell me how you discovered the Black Tide and how you fought against it.” After the towering gates slowly closed, Nikador, who had been staring at the Blade of Divine Retribution, turned around, looked at Hysilens, and said in a deep voice.
The Black Tide came from all directions of the continent, devouring the land little by little.
Even if it was currently just a minor ailment to the various nations of the continent, Nikador had a premonition in the dark that this endless Black Tide would likely become a major threat to the entire Amphoreus!